Bad News, Good News, ad naseum

The bad news is that our camera battery died, the good news is that the charger was packed in the cube, the bad news is that the cube is in storage, the good news is that we'll probably be able to get the cube out earlier rather than later because we have a good line on a place to live, the bad news is that we won't be able to charge the battery for at least a week or ten days, the good news is that our new phone has a camera (duh you say, but our old one intentionally didn't have one), the bad news is that we don't know how to use it yet (well, how to import photos into the Mac via Bluetooth, 'cause it's got an effin' stupid troglodyte operating system, probably related to Windows). And so it goes. Oh, one more bit of good news, we do still have the pictures to put up from the evening of the twentieth and the morning of the twenty-first. Oh, and bad news, they aren't all that great.

After a day of apartment hunting, we drove south to Richmond for the nightly market, full of cheap Chinese crap and a big smorgasbord of cheap eats, especially if you're a carnivore.

How many hello kitty bouquets do you need? My theory is that the Chinese are laughing all the way to the bank as they export all their toxic waste, while the world pays the shipping (and other costs).

Wanna sell the hell out of something? Ram a skewer through it and slap it on a grill.

Yes, it really was kind of like Beijing or Taipei, but with some interesting international touches.

Like this mushroom guy. Mushroom in Chinese is  蘑菇 (mógu) and hence the name.

These trucks would be right at home at the Iowa State Fair.

Except for maybe the chicken tandoor poutine?

This was an interesting treat, steamed corn prepared many ways: Patty opted for the spicy peanut sauce, and I chose the Indian.